Fallen Angel
JennyRogue

And the work seemed harder, and the days seemed longer
Than he ever thought they'd be

Chapter 8 - Game

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It had been almost one year since Vera's death. Turbinski's days as a member of the dMp were filled with exhausting tortorous training, while the nights would haunt Turbinski with terrifying nightmares. The training he could handle, he was far used to it by now after the life he had lived in the lab. The nightmares however were slowly driving him insane. Every person he had killed came back to haunt in his dreams. And in the middle of it all was Vera. She blamed him for her death, asking why he wasn't able to stop it from happening. Vera blamed him for her death. She hated him. And he began to despise her, the mother he had loved for so long. She wouldn't leave him alone, Vera began to haunt him outside of the nightmare world. Through the excruciating training, wherever he went, she would be there. Screaming at him, blaming him.

Turbinski had snapped. He threw his photo of them together at her. She vanished, the photo damaged beyong repair, but he kept it anyway. To remind him of the life he once lived... before all of this...

Most of the dMp members left him alone. The only ones he had ever formed some sort of friendship with were Pumpinator and Ricardo. The Brazillian was edgy around him because of that night months before when Turbinski had almost killed him. Pumpinator was friendly, but kept his distance. They had both helped him get used to life here in the dMp. Turbinski glanced up at the ceiling of his small room. This underground base had been the original Devil Knights headquarters. It was impressive to say the least. A knock at the door drew Turbinski's attention away from the ceiling. Good thing too, he was starting to feel sick. He was surprised to see none other then Mars at his door. The two had basically ignored each other since Turbinski had joined the dMp, "Dey wanna see yous in da meeting room. Right now." Mars said, glancing back at the Russian.

Turbinski stood up from the bed and headed out. Mars grabbed his arm as he passed, "The others 'ave been talking. Dey saying yous keep talking to yourself. Dat's da first sign of insanity yous know."

Turbinski harshly pulled his arm out of Mars' grasp, "Thanks for the advice, comrade." he headed off to the meeting room. Mars just shook his head.

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Turbinski finally returned to his room. The leaders had said he was strong enough, they were letting him go to face Kevin. It was finally time to enact his revenge. Turbinski slumped back onto his bed, tearing away the armour covering his arm. Hidden under the armour lay self inflicted scars. One for every person he had killed. Turbinski had started doing this after he had killed that little boy, to remind himself of those lives that were lost. Twenty-eight scars. And there was going to be many more. Turbinski picked up his journal. He'd been writing in it a lot lately. He turned to a new page and began to write. A knock at the door made Turbinski look up, closing the journal. "What is it Ricardo?"

The Brazillian entered, Pumpinator following after him, "We just heard about the meeting." Turbinski didn't answer, just stood up, sliding the armour back onto his arm, hiding the marks from view. He smirked up at Ricardo, sending a shiver down both Ricardo and Pumpinator's spines. The two dMp Chojins just glanced at each other as Turbinski left the room, preparing himself for one last training session before heading off to the city.

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"I have to keep this quick, the others might be tracking me... but... you have to meet me in the city central park in an hour, I have some very important stuff to tell you. Why should you come? Because if you don't Kevin Mask could die!"

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To Be Continued.